About Megan Scott Scripps

    Like most artists, my artistic journey began in childhood. Anything that wasn't bolted down was glued to something else. Mud was dug up from the garden and molded into "pottery" with random pieces of grass poking out, thank goodness for supportive parents. I guess I'm still doing the same thing all these years later I've just learned to manipulate materials with a greater degree of skill. I didn't realize how horrible my vision was growing up. Everything was drawn from memory or guess work, corrective lenses when I finally got them changed my life, and art. I cried when I first saw that trees had individual branches and twigs. They weren't just furry grey, brown blobs in the distance anymore. While I grew up in navy housing it wasn't until I was in my 20s and traveling that I realized I was meant to be in the mountains, the woodsier the better. Its where my soul belongs. 

    While I attended a fine arts program in high school, I'm basically self-taught and have been doing freelance work since graduating, creating album art, illustrating, designing logos, tattoos, and just about everything in between. I received some scholarships but never attended college for art. I was married in 2013 to my husband Bryan who gave me the two most awesome kids in the world. Both are autistic (one nonverbal) and one has type 1 diabetes. I can't imagine not being a mother, it's also made me a more empathetic person which has further evolved my work, shaping me as an artist even more. I now delve into social and world issues that never much touched me before becoming a mother. We need to think more about the future and what we are leaving for the next generations.  We have trials, just like anyone. Particularly with the diabetes, but it sure is one sweet ride when you get to spend every day with the loves of your life.

    We have moved several times for my husband's job in the hopes of finding a forever home and we have discovered that spot in Roanoke. We love bringing our boys hiking here in the mountains of Virginia.  I teach them about foraging for food and medicine, how to turn black walnut husks into stain you can paint with, we pick up litter especially plastics,  and I explain why we do that. Anything helpful to them and their environment that will take root in their beautiful sponge-like, atypical brains. I love how having autism makes them more attuned to the small details everywhere outdoors, just like mama! I'm about 90% certain that I am just as autistic with my obsession with the nuance of color and tiny details, but I love that fact too, my babies are so wonderful who wouldn't want to be like them?

      I feel like I've accomplished quite a lot in my years creating, I could defiantly be described as prolific and I hope to continue doing what I love to help support my family until my eyesight gives out or I'm cripple, though I'm sure I would end up like one of those folks you see on the news teaching themselves how to use their toes to paint.  I would love to collaborate more with other artists and spend some time in different parts of the country/world to see what other kinds of experiences and environments could potentially shape my work further. I also love to donate work to a good cause, if you know of any fundraisers in need please send them my way. Growing as an artist is always a goal, I dread my work becoming stagnant or predictable. Thanks for taking the time to read this, I am by nature a private person who loathes talking about themselves, so this has been an experience for me too.